The crematorium is relatively remote from the city, driving for about more than an hour, passing through a dark and winding cement road, there is a stone tablet about one meter high next to the three-fork road illuminated by the headlights, the white-gray stone tablet is engraved with the crematorium, the taxi is an emergency kill, and the driver urges:

"That's it, turn here a few dozen meters away."

"Why don't you go in?"

"I didn't go inside in the middle of the night, and it didn't take two minutes to get there, so I could give a few dollars."

took out two loose coins from his trouser pocket and put them on the chair, and the car dropped Jiaming in a puff of smoke, and the paint night that he couldn't see his fingers made him shudder, and he took out his mobile phone to turn on the lighting mode.

The dark and dreary night, as if boundless thick ink was heavily smeared on the sky, there was not even a glimmer of stars, and a faint light appeared in front of him, and he quickened his pace, and walked forward with five and two long breaths in his mouth.

The red brick wall cut gate, on both sides of which sat two majestic and majestic stone lions, and a rusty iron door, probably because the crematorium was not a good place and was not valuable, so the iron door was just closed and not locked.

Click......

Jiaming put away his mobile phone and pushed open the iron door and wanted to rush in directly, but was stopped by a thin and hunchbacked middle-aged man in front of him, he was wearing a black apron, his eyes full of strange eyes, a sloppy beard and a wrinkled face.

"What are you doing, why are you here so late?"

After speaking, he slapped his sleeve with his hand, and it seemed that he had just finished his work.

"Oh, I'm here to see my friend, he's just been in a car accident and was sent here."

The hunchbacked man looked Jiaming up and down, and unbuttoned his apron from behind his back with both hands.

"Oh, I just got one, come with me."

I saw him throw the apron in his hand on a wooden chair next to him, and then led Jiaming through a long corridor and smelled a scorching smell, needless to say, I believe everyone knows what it is.

"It's here, remember to register it with me after reading it later, and then push the stove as soon as possible, otherwise it will rot soon."

The hunchbacked man led him into a room and pressed a switch on the wall. Since it was night and I didn't pay much attention to what place it was, it was eerie and cold as the last time I was in the morgue, so I guessed that it should be the place where the body was parked for cremation, and a white cloth did not cover one foot and exposed it.

Jiaming, who had deep feet, lowered his head by holding on to the bed frame, tears began to blur his eyes, and he twitched his nose and lifted the white cloth with trembling hands.

Seeing his best friend from childhood to adulthood, his bloodless pale face lying on the shelf was like a white piece of paper, his lips were blackened, and the blood flowing from a few centimeter-long wounds on his forehead was mixed with his hair, but it had already coagulated.

He held Zhigao's cold hand, couldn't help crying bitterly, and kept shaking his head out of control: "You get up, get up with me, let's go steal vegetables together, steal oranges together, and we will create a world in the future, you can't wake up quickly." ”

Kneeling on the ground and facing the stiff Chigao, he told the good memories he had done together, and he hoped to wake up this friend who had played together through the bits and pieces of the past.

"Condolences."

When the hunchbacked man saw the grief-stricken and sad Jiaming, he patted Jiaming's right shoulder with his hand, and his eyes kept blinking and exiting the door step by step.

To be honest, Jiaming has never cried so sadly since he was a child, and he never thought that Zhigao would be so light